The Brooklyn-based outfit have drifted ashore clinging to sophomore long-player Days, out this week. It's the record that may witness the band's unfeasibly aestival vibes contaminate the mainstream, or what's left of it and despite whistling winds of what feels like winter sprinting the length of Brick Lane outside, beneath penetrative spotlights Easy warms the room, and the bosom of all that cherish this moment. The ambling Green Aisles follows, and is bolstered by a Knopfler-like, psyched-out solo, Matthew Mondanile (who masquerades as Ducktails when not trading with the day job) evidently relishing the moment. Indeed throughout, while those congregated appear to desperately attempt to gawp and gaze through the East Coast troupe as nonchalantly as possible, Real Estate beam with the glee of a boastful child eager to display the construction of excessively opulent mud castles to indifferent progenitors on the banks of the Hudson river. Saddening as their eponymous debut is exceptional is that it's all but ignored as they instead favour the bass-hefty, Alex Bleeker-fronted Wonder Years and the prickly twang of Younger Than Yesterday, usual lead vocalist Martin Courtney bleating: "It takes all summer long / Just to write one simple song / There's too much to focus on / clearly that is something wrong." While such an affirmation seems palpably dubious, if said "simple song" happened to be It's Real, the summer in question was one well spent as cascading Jazzmaster jangle feels veritably autumnal. They finish, as does Days, with the relatively progressive All The Same: bursting with pentatonic riffs filtered through a BOSS Harmonist, Courtney coos: "When you came back from the sea, it's true, you brought a melody", and Real Estate have returned with not one solitary tune, but a bagful.
Live: It's Real Alright. Real Estate, Rough Trade East.
The Brooklyn-based outfit have drifted ashore clinging to sophomore long-player Days, out this week. It's the record that may witness the band's unfeasibly aestival vibes contaminate the mainstream, or what's left of it and despite whistling winds of what feels like winter sprinting the length of Brick Lane outside, beneath penetrative spotlights Easy warms the room, and the bosom of all that cherish this moment. The ambling Green Aisles follows, and is bolstered by a Knopfler-like, psyched-out solo, Matthew Mondanile (who masquerades as Ducktails when not trading with the day job) evidently relishing the moment. Indeed throughout, while those congregated appear to desperately attempt to gawp and gaze through the East Coast troupe as nonchalantly as possible, Real Estate beam with the glee of a boastful child eager to display the construction of excessively opulent mud castles to indifferent progenitors on the banks of the Hudson river. Saddening as their eponymous debut is exceptional is that it's all but ignored as they instead favour the bass-hefty, Alex Bleeker-fronted Wonder Years and the prickly twang of Younger Than Yesterday, usual lead vocalist Martin Courtney bleating: "It takes all summer long / Just to write one simple song / There's too much to focus on / clearly that is something wrong." While such an affirmation seems palpably dubious, if said "simple song" happened to be It's Real, the summer in question was one well spent as cascading Jazzmaster jangle feels veritably autumnal. They finish, as does Days, with the relatively progressive All The Same: bursting with pentatonic riffs filtered through a BOSS Harmonist, Courtney coos: "When you came back from the sea, it's true, you brought a melody", and Real Estate have returned with not one solitary tune, but a bagful.



